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    REALITY

    Sometimes, I cry. Although I try to be really strong at times, I so often fall weak. God knows my heart but it is others that seem as if they toy with my heart. I keep questioning myself and asking why, but what’s the use when it keeps happening? Understanding how you can give your all to one and still that not be enough to make a person change. If you call yourself my best friend and swear that you don’t want to hurt me, why do I feel so much pain? I just want to be happy which you claim that you want the same, but I can’t tell. When you say one thing and do another, where is trust? I strive so hard to be that good woman so that one would not have to run, but I guess greediness comes at its cost. To think that I sacrifice so much whether it is money, rest, friends, etc., I only want what I deserve and when a person can not give you that, you waste time that could have been shared with someone who really would have cared. So, thanks for all that you have done. If all ends just know that you had someone who really cared.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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